Bab 192: Resisting the curse.
"So you got into an argument with Hermione about elvish wellfare?"
"She was being stubborn."
"Is elvish wellfare even something to be fighting over?"
"She wanted to give house elves wages."
". . . You got to be kidding me. She didn't say that. She can't have. She is smart isn't she?"
"Exactly."
Arth was walking to Professor Moody's class while talking to Theodore as he was currently avoiding Harry, Ron, And Hermione.
Anytime he caught sight of them, his side character aura would be activated to the max almost effectively making him into an invisible man.
"Can you stop doing that." Said Theodore with a distasteful look. "I hate it when you disappear on me like that."
"Just bear with me."
When they arrived to the class, they were met with a startling announcement.
Professor Moody had announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects.
"But - but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said - to use it against another human was -"
"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way - when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely - fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."
He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door. Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave. Arth shook his head.
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Arth watched as, one by one, his classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state.
Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it. Only Harry was able to somewhat resist the curse, as he did something in between a self block when it was his turn to resist.
"Kingscrown," Moody growled, "you next."
Arthur moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Arth, and said, '1mperio!"
Arth felt a relaxing sensation take over his body and heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his brain. However, Arth ignored it. He was to interested in the relaxing sensation.
The louder the voice got, the more annoyed Arth was until finally, he snapped out of hit.
Arth realized that the entire class was staring at him with amazed looks.
"Well done Kingscrown! Well done! You resisted the spell completely!"
Arth noticed Hermione give him a sullen look from the corner but promptly chose to ignore it.
All the fourth years had noticed a definite increase in the amount of work they were required to do this term. Professor McGonagall explained why, when the class gave a particularly loud groan at the amount of Transfiguration homework she had assigned.
"You are now entering a most important phase of your magical education!" she told them, her eyes glinting dangerously behind her square spectacles. "Your Ordinary Wizarding Levels are drawing closer --"
"We don't take O.W.L.s till fifth year!" s aid Dean Thomas indignantly.
"Maybe not, Thomas, but believe me, you need all the preparation you can get! Miss Granger And Mister Kingscrown remains the only people in this class who have managed to turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. I might remind you that your pincushion, Thomas, still curls up in fright if anyone approaches it with a pin!"
Even in Hagrid's class, things were starting to get hard. Arth had to admit, that the growth of the Skrewts were well beyond his calculations.
Although they did not kill each other like normal Skrewts, they seemed to have developed some sort of hierarchy and made Arthur into some sort of paternal figure.
Meanwhile, Arth was beginning to run out of blood.
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